ONE YEAR SINCE MY MOTHER PASSED

[Note: this is my last maudlin column—I swear! It’s just this time of year that’s made me like this!]

I really didn’t want to bring everyone down on actual Xmas Day, but I’d be re-miss if I didn’t acknowledge that yesterday marked a year since my mother’s passing.

May Rose Salkin, rocking her signature shades, neck scarf, and, of course, multiple brooches. And what would she be carrying other than a to-go bag from a restaurant?!

So, I had started to write a column about just that for yesterday, but, since I worked on it immediately after the Newtown school shooting, I concentrated more on that tragedy because I felt the need to keep that story alive.

But, as Christmas Day wore on, depressingly so for Mr. X and me, I realized that, as a wise woman once told me, someone else’s horrible story doesn’t negate your own. Each person’s pain is valid.

And, since I try to pay tribute to my precious little mo in some way every day, (usually privately,) I’m writing this on Xmas Day, but publishing it the day after, as my own little way to keep the happy thoughts of May Rose Salkin alive in perpetuity.

That’s all I need to say right now; but if you’re new to this e-zine, and have time and interest to read more about the most popular New York City school teacher, the poet laureate of Aspen, and the funniest woman who ever lived, here are links to my past tributes to her: www.itsnotaboutme.tv/news/2012/01/12/tribute-tribute-to-my-precious-little-mother and www.itsnotaboutme.tv/news/2012/01/25/tribute-aspen-tribute-to-my-mother

And I just pray that everyone else’s Christmas was less depressing than mine!

Starting tomorrow, it’s back to happier, and funnier, columns! Fingers crossed.